Mortons
Last time Gabe and I went to Morton’s I called ahead and ordered him a 3 pound lobster. He wanted the biggest one on the planet, but Morton’s tank was only so large, so we had to settle for the dwarfed version of his fantasy crustacean. The waiter suggested vodka for the tamale roe and Gabe refused and insisted upon only consuming cranberry juice (this was before Leonardo DiCaprio made this okay in the Departed) and so I was forced to drink for the both of us. I’m pretty sure I went for a gender appropriate meal (petite sirloin?) but I drank too much that night so can’t remember. We brought the leftovers to Bacon.